♛ Aurora: The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the warmth. Not the suffocating kind that made my skin sticky with sweat, but something softer, and lovelier. A kind of warmth that settled into my bones, that reminded me of safety. It took me a moment to recognize the hands draped across my waist. I tilted my head a little and it was then I noticed Adrian was lying down on a chair close to my hospital bed. His hands were draped around my stomach, and his head was resting on the edge of the bed. His large palms slowly trailed a line across my stomach, and my body stiffened as I realized what he was doing. Even in his sleep, he was touching my abdomen, where our baby had been. My throat felt tight. I reached out for him but he shook briefly, before my hands settled on his dark hair, brushing through its thickness. I let my fingers thread through his dark hair, feeling the soft strands slip between them. Adrian stirred slightly in his sleep, and his grip on m
♛Aurora:I sighed. “Fine.” Whether I wanted to eat or not, I had to at least have something to strengthen me, so I could take my pills and all. Adrian moved quickly, standing and grabbing the tray before settling back into his chair. The food was bland. Just broth, some toast, and it made me crave Trish’s pasta. I let out a breath, knowing I had no choice since this was what the doctor recommended. I also knew arguing wouldn’t get me anywhere. So I took the spoon from him and sipped the warm liquid, feeling it soothe my throat. Adrian watched me the entire time, as if making sure I didn’t try to trick him and push the food away. When I finished, he set the tray aside and leaned back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest. I looked up at him, and I didn't realize my hands were trailing lines across my stomach till he muttered painfully, “I'm really sorry, Rory. Words can't even explain how I am.” The air turned still all of a sudden, I realized the words we had been
♛ Aurora: I twirled a forkful of pasta, feeling the warmth seeping through my veins when I perceived the warm scent of Trish’s home made cooked pasta. Trish looked around, and when she was certain no one else was close to the room, she came back to her seat beside my bed and leaned forward, eyes narrowing as she studied me. “Make things clear to me, Rory. What the hell is going on between you and Adrian these days? You two look seconds away from pulling each other's clothes off. And I'm lost, because what is going on for real? Are we letting him in already?” Seconds from pulling each other's clothes off… what the hell does she mean? I nearly choked on my pasta. “Trish!” “No, don't ‘Trish’ me, please. I need answers. Because I swear, one minute you're staring unblinkingly at him like you want to set him on fire, and the next, you're looking at him like he's the damn oxygen keeping you alive. I'm honestly confused, because what is going on between you two? Spill.” She po
♛Aurora:My heart clenched. The answer was immediate, almost instinctual as it slipped out of my lips, “No.” Trish’s smile widened. “Then I think you already have your answer, babe.” I gave her a look, and after a moment I let out a breath, before reaching out for the glass and taking a sip of water.I sighed, “Which one are you in any way, one moment, you hate him. The other moment you are supporting him. Just pick a damn side, Trish.” Trish let out a chuckle. “I can promise you that whatever reaction or things I'm saying about him are just to mirror how you are feeling. If you want to go back, I'll fully support you, while getting ready to kill him off if he makes another mistake. But if you don't want to go back again, then that's fine. We could live together forever, and I won't get married either, until we grow old together.” I let out a weak laugh, shaking my head at her dramatics. “You’d really stay single for me?” Trish placed a hand over her heart, feigning sinceri
♞ Adrian: “She's better now, and can be discharged by the end of today.” The doctor said, and I nodded, as he listed off everything we needed to get. What and what Rory shouldn't do in order not to stress her emotionally or even physically. I kept nodding till he finally finished. By the time he was done, my gaze dropped to the time on my wristwatch and I noticed it was already five minutes to four. I stepped out of the doctor’s office and made my way down the hallway, walking over to Rory's hospital room. The sound of her hearty laughter stopped me in my tracks, and a smile ghosted my lips. Trish said something again that made Rory laugh again. There was something about the sound of her laughter that kind of filled my inside with warmth. Without another word, I pressed my fingers on the handle of the door and pushed it open. The moment I entered inside, I noticed Rory was sitting on her bed, reading through a file, while Trish stood beside her bed, helping her to pack
♛Aurora:I was smiling. A real one. A smile that actually reached my eyes. One that made my heart feel light and my life feel better. One that I wanted to last for a long time ‘cause of how certain it made me feel.Everything felt worth living again. That was until Adrian’s mother stepped inside, and reminded me that I would still have to face reality by the time I stepped out of this hospital.Her presence reminded me that I had a project to complete, one which someone was trying to sabotage. Her presence reminded me of every single thing I didn't want to get reminded about.There was a sharp silence that settled over the room after she walked in.He gaze landed on Adrian first, and she looked confused and baffled for a moment, but then she took a step forward.Her black heels clicked against the hospital floor, and her icy eyes skimmed over me like I was a stain she couldn’t scrub out.Her confusion immediately settled into disgust and anger when she saw me.She didn’t try to hide
♛Aurora:“After inhaling all that antiseptic for almost a week straight, I fear I can't perceive nice things anymore.” Trish groaned from beside me. She made a gesture of wiping tears from her eyes dramatically, “This is all your fault, Rory.”Despite all the complaints, she still scooped a spoonful of ice cream and led it to her mouth.A small smile grazed my lips, and I spoke out, “You're welcome.”Dmitri snorted from the driver’s seat, catching Trish’s whining through the rearview mirror. “You act like you were the one in the hospital bed,” he said, brows lifting a little, and creasing into a frown. “Pretty sure the only thing you suffered was emotional distress from a lack of Wi-Fi.”Trish clutched her chest, and her brows pulled together as she picked offense in his words. “Excuse you! I happen to be a very sensitive soul, Dmitri. Being around sick people in a hospital that smells of nothing but antiseptic and drugs is traumatic. Do you know how many times I almost cried?”Leon,
♛Aurora:I stared blankly at the message for a long moment. The fear that had been hiding deeply in my heart for days now returned in full force when I realized the message was sent by an unknown number that ended with **29.It was all unusual. At first, I hadn't taken the constant messages from this number seriously. I had taken it as spam messages from someone who probably didn't even know who I am.On the night I signed the divorce papers, I didn't take them seriously either. In high hopes that one day whoever is playing the pranks would stop.But now, I couldn't simply brush this off, because it was clear as daylight that someone out there was trying to play with not just my mental health but was also on a mission to scare me shitless.And somehow, I had a feeling that whoever was sending these messages was behind the accident. And that whoever it was wnated me dead.My fingers tightened around the phone.“You okay?” Trish’s voice cut into my thoughts.I glanced over at her. She
♞ Adrian: I wasn't sure what got into me. Perhaps the fact that I've been sending messages to Rory consistently for the past three days and she didn't answer any of them. She didn't even open it so I at least know she saw them but didn't have an answer yet. I couldn't go to her office, because she said she needed space. And that meant she didn't want to see me. All I could do was send messages like an asshole, but she didn't respond to them. And somehow I found myself deliberately following the road to her apartment on my way to work instead of following the shorter road and getting to work fast. I packed my car across the street and looked up from the screen of my phone, my gaze trailed over to her apartment. It was already 2PM so it was only wishful thinking that I assumed I'd see her at home by this time of the day. I stared at the window to her apartment, even though I couldn’t see past the closed curtains. It didn’t matter. I wasn’t really expecting her to be home. I jus
♛ Aurora: My heels crunched on the gravel as I made my way towards the small crowd forming around the scaffolding near the eastern side of the site. The workers looked up to meet my eyes the closer I got. Their heads turned in my direction as I approached. The conversation they were having was hushed and I could barely hear them clearly, but what I couldn't miss was the serious tone in their voices. A few men had taken off their hard hats, while a few were simply wiping sweat that trickled down their faces. Some of them looked pale. The strong smell of dust and concrete lingered in the breeze, and just beneath it, there was a stronger metallic smell. I looked up at the scaffold building that just crashed, and fear slowly creeped into my heart as I slowed into a stop. “It's so bad,” Bonnie pointed out from behind me as she stopped walking too. I was beyond shocked and scared to respond to her words. I clutched the strap of my bag tighter and pressed my lips together
♛ Aurora: “Oh My God. I'm not even surprised! I told you from the start that I absolutely do not trust her at all!” Mia said in a displeased tone. I released a deep breath, recalling the severe number of times she had seriously wanted me to be careful with Bonnie. But I hadn't listened. I needed someone effective back then and Bonnie was exactly what I wanted. So I hadn't even thought about the consequences at all. I easily trusted her when she displayed her clean ways of handling situations and making my work a little easier for me. “Yeah, I remember when you were warned me about her,” I said, tracing a path along the pocket of my pants as the car drove past the bustling city of New York. “But you didn't listen. Now see.” “I did listen, Mia. I just couldn't let a good employee go just because you had a bad feeling about her.” I said down the line. “Well, the signs were from the start that she’s not someone to be trusted.” “If a lot of employers simply removed their workers j
♞ Adrian: Leon didn’t say a word. Nothing at all. He didn’t move either. Not even an inch. The only sign he’d even heard me was the slight widening of his eyes. For a moment, we just stared at each other. I ran my fingers through my thick dark hair, because the longer it took to say a word, the more the turmoil in my head swallowed me slowly. Because what on earth do I do? Most importantly, how do I tell Rory? I sighed, when would this space she needs be okay? I don't even know. Finally, Leon let out a slow breath and leaned back into the couch like everything I said were finally settling in. “Say something,” I muttered roughly, fighting back the urge to run a finger through my hair and tug it. He scrubbed a hand down his face. “You’re serious about this?” he raised a brow and asked, like he was hoping I would say it was all a joke. Honestly I wish it was. It wasn’t a question. I nodded once, and tight. “Jesus Christ, Adrian.” Leon dropped his head back aga
Chapter 82 Aurora: Her question was so sudden and completely random from the conversation we had been talking about, that I was caught off guard for a moment. Trish’s brows were squinted tightly as she waited for a response from me. After a quiet moment I finally answered with a shake of my head, “Work.” “Work?” She didn't look like she believed me but after a while she nodded, “Alright. I made dinner before falling asleep earlier. Have you eaten?” she asked, completely changing the topic, and I felt light hearted that she did, because I wanted to get my mind off the message. I shook my head and let out a breath. I had been so occupied that I didn't eat anything today. I doubt I would have even been able to eat anything with the way my stomach has been tied in knots since morning. “I haven't,” I answered, before asking, “What did you make?” I turned around and made my way down the hallway, before making a turn and walking over to the kitchen, with Trish trailing right behind me.
♛ Aurora: “The simplest misunderstanding could crack even the strongest of relationships. At times it's just better to let things go than go round and round. Rough.” My heart dropped to my stomach when I read the first message. I staggered on my footsteps as I rushed out of my room, hitting my shoulders on the wall but hardly feeling any pain as I turned down the hallway and rushed towards Trish’s room. Before I could get there another message came in, and this time it stopped me dead in my tracks. “Did you ever try to find out the person behind the wheels? Not your accident. I mean, hit and run with your mom, or don't you think it’s important to seek justice for her dead poor soul?” The last sentence felt like a bucket of water had been splashed on my face, as it knocked me back to the image of my mother being rushed to the hospital with blood on her clothes, her face, her fingers. There was blood everywhere. My fingers gripped my phone tightly, trying to hold myself back to t
♞ Adrian: I wasn’t planning to stop. I had every intention of driving straight home, taking a long-ass shower, and figuring out what the hell I was going to do to make things right with Rory. But the next thing I knew, my hands had turned the wheel and my car rolled to a halt in front of Leon’s place. My phone buzzed in my pants, and I stepped out of the car, closing the door shut behind me before I brought the phone out and checked who was calling. I halted in my steps when I noticed it was Christian. I slid the answer button before pressing the phone to my ear, “What's it?” I asked the moment I answered. There was shuffling from the other end, before he finally spoke out, “I got in touch with the guy for the tracking.” I ran my fingers through my hair and released a deep breath before asking, “And what’s the update on it?” Christian didn't answer immediately, and after a long quiet moment he finally answered, “I'll text you the details in five minutes.” “Alri
♛ Aurora: “I can't do this,” I whispered, more to myself, but loud enough for him to hear me. I couldn't even concentrate on driving while I was on my way home. And it was all because of him. To make it all worse, Lucy's attempt at planting seeds of doubts in my head had somehow worked. I couldn't think. My heart felt like it was being shredded into tiny pieces, and it tore me apart. I was so tired of all this. And despite all the love I had in my heart for him, it was a pity that he didn't trust our love so much to be able to completely be honest with me. What on earth could he be keeping to himself that wasn't worth me knowing? Nothing, absolutely nothing serious. The only ever thing that had tore me apart in my years of living was my parents' death, because they left me all alone. Second to that was my divorce with Adrian. And third, was the child I lost. There was nothing else he could say that could destroy me so much that it would break our very fragile relations
♞ Adrian: I scrubbed my hands over my face, fingers digging into my eyes until I saw stars. My phone sat on the passenger seat, and I glanced at it, fingers itching to pick it up and call again. The last call had gone unanswered. The one before that too. I’d sent her a message. And it was simple, stupid, and fucking desperate. ‘I’m outside. Can we talk? I just need five minutes.’ Nothing back. I glanced through the car glasses, and my gaze fell on the windows of her house. Maybe she wasn’t home. Or she was and she’d seen my message and rolled her eyes and tossed her phone into a drawer. God, I wouldn’t blame her. I was parked across from her house, my car engine off, with my hands gripping the steering wheel. I had brushed my fingers through my hair countless times that it was all disheveled. My fingers tapped on the steering wheel, searching for something to keep my concentration in check. It didn’t work. I was still unraveling. She hadn’t answered my calls. I co